BONNIE PEG.

My lady's dink, my lady's drest,
The flower and fancy o' the west;
But the lassie that a man lo'es best,
Oh, that's the lass to mak him blest.

OH, AYE MY WIFE SHE DANG ME.

H, aye my wife she dang me,

And aft my wife did bang me;

If ye gie a woman a' her will,

Guid faith, she'll soon o'ergang ye.
On peace and rest my mind was bent,
And, fool I was, I married;
But never honest man's intent
As cursedly miscarried.

Some sairie comfort still at last,

When a' their days are done, man;
My pains o' hell on earth are past,
I'm sure o' bliss aboon, man.
Oh, aye my wife she dang me,
And aft my wife did bang me;

If ye gie a woman a' her will,

Guid faith, she'll soon o'ergang ye.

AS

BONNIE PEG.

SI came in by our gate end,

As day was waxin' weary,

Oh, wha came tripping down the street,
But bonnie Peg, my dearie!

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OH, LAY THY LOOF IN MINE.

Her air sae sweet, and shape complete,
Wi' nae proportion wanting,
The Queen o' Love did never move
Wi' motion mair enchanting.

Wi' linked hands, we took the sands
Adown yon winding river;

And, oh! that hour and broomy bower,
Can I forget it ever?

OH, LAY THY LOOF IN MINE, LASS.

OH, lay thy loof in mine, lass,

In mine, lass, in mine, lass;
And swear on thy white hand, lass,
That thou wilt be my ain.

A slave to love's unbounded sway,
He aft has wrought me meikle wae ;
But now he is my deadly fae,
Unless thou be my ain.

There's mony a lass has broke my rest,
That for a blink I hae lo'ed best;

But thou art queen within my breast,
For ever to remain.

Oh, lay thy loof in mine, lass,
In mine, lass, in mine, lass;
And swear on thy white hand, lass,
That thou wilt be my ain.

OH, WHY THE DEUCE.

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OH, GUID ALE COMES.

OF

H, guid ale comes, and guid ale goes,
Guid ale gars me sell my hose-
Sell my hose, and pawn my shoon,
Guid ale keeps my heart aboon.

I had sax owsen in a pleugh,
They drew a weel eneugh;
I sell'd them a just ane by ane;
Guid ale keeps my heart aboon.

Guid ale hauds me bare and busy,
Gars me moop wi' the servant hizzie,
Stand i' the stool when I hae done;
Guid ale keeps my heart aboon.

OH, WHY THE DEUCE SHOULD I REPINE.?

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H, why the deuce should I repine,

And be an ill foreboder?

I'm twenty-three, and five feet nine-
I'll go and be a sodger.

I gat some gear wi' meikle care,

I held it weel thegither;

But now it's gane, and something mair-
I'll go and be a sodger.

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ROBIN SHURE IN HAIRST.

O

LOVELY POLLY STEWART.

LOVELY Polly Stewart !

O charming Polly Stewart !

There's ne'er a flower that blooms in May

That's half so fair as thou art.
The flower it blaws, it fades and fa's,
And art can ne'er renew it;
But worth and truth eternal youth
Will gie to Polly Stewart.

May he whose arms shall fauld thy charms
Possess a leal and true heart;

To him be given to ken the heaven

He grasps in Polly Stewart !

O lovely Polly Stewart !

O charming Polly Stewart !

There's ne'er a flower that blooms in May

That's half so sweet as thou art.

ROBIN SHURE IN HAIRST.

ROBIN shure in hairst,

Fient a heuk had I,
Yet I stack by him.

I gaed up to Dunse,

To warp a wab o' plaiden ;

At his daddie's yett,

Wha met me but Robin ?

THE FIVE CARLINS.

Was na Robin bauld,

Though I was a cottar;

Play'd me sic a trick,

And me the eller's dochter?

Robin promised me

A' my winter vittle;

Fient haet had he but three

Goose feathers and a whittle.

THE FIVE CARLINS.

HERE were five carlins in the south,
They fell upon a scheme,

To send a lad to Lon'on town,

To bring them tidings hame.

Not only bring them tidings hame,
But do their errands there;
And aiblins gowd and honour baith
Might be that laddie's share.

There was Maggy by the banks o' Nith,
A dame wi' pride enough;

And Marjory o' the mony Lochs,
A carlin auld and teugh.

And Blinkin Bess o' Annandale,
That dwelt near Solway side,

And Whisky Jean, that took her gill
In Galloway sae wide.

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